What if Dr. Garrison read a different fairy tale to Cali?
"We should get some sleep, look for coma girl tomorrow," Dean suggested.
Sam tossed and turned all night.
"Dude, what was with you last night?' Dean asked.
"I couldn't fall asleep. My mattress was wicked lumpy," Sam answered.
Dean went over to feel it. "Seems fine to me."
"What are you talking about? There's a huge lump. It's the most uncomfortable mattress in the world," Sam whined.
Dean had a thought and lifted up the mattress. There was a tiny pea lying on the box spring. Dean doubled over laughing. "I always knew you were a princess."
"Shut up."
The End